He sat atop And I on the ground. Toys sprayed like endless blessing around. I have always been lucky. Content succumb me like a second skin His presence felt like the taste of eternity. Who sees God and turns away? Only a child leaning how to crawl. I guess I thought I was confident to walk. My prayers remains that I turn around. Most importantly, find the right path. Deep down I will always be a child. His daughter, that he plays with.